Everyone was doing everything they could to obtain the list of geniuses. By the time the answering period was nearly over, the entire Original-Work World had sprung into action.
The answer screen was filled with densely packed names.
Everyone simply wrote down every genius they could think of.
In streets and alleys, taverns and teahouses, sect halls and academy fields, people everywhere had their heads down, writing names.
Spirit Hall, Pope Palace.
Bibi Dong sat on her throne with an extremely thick roster spread out before her.
It was a registry of Soul Master geniuses Spirit Hall had collected over several decades.
From major academies to major sects, from imperial royalty to remote provinces, every young genius worth mentioning was recorded within.
When it came to intelligence, if Spirit Hall claimed second place, no one would dare claim first.
Spirit Hall had records of every major academy's secrets, the caliber of each sect's younger generation, and even the heirs raised by those reclusive families.
This roster was Bibi Dong's greatest source of confidence.
She opened it and began filtering through the names.
Su Mo Academy's first class would only admit ten students. They had to be geniuses among geniuses.
The selection criteria were therefore clear.
Martial Soul quality, Soul Power Level, talent potential, combat comprehension—none could be lacking.
She picked up her pen, intending to write down the names of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.
They were Spirit Hall Academy's finest disciples, geniuses she had personally raised. If they could enter Su Mo Academy and learn Su Mo's Self-Created Soul Skills, their future achievements would be limitless.
But just as the pen tip touched the screen, her fingers suddenly stopped.
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly as a thought flashed through her mind. If she were her counterpart from another world,